While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 971
In the evening, Song He stepped out of the plane arriving at Fucheng Airport, looked up at the gradually darkening sky, stepped out of the airport quickly, stopped a taxi and reported the location, then got into the taxi and began to think about how to get from Wugui Haikou Extract information.

When it was about to get dark, Song He's taxi stopped outside a community, and after paying the fare, he walked into the community without hesitation, as if he had been here many times before. have to.

After walking around for a while, Song He stood outside an apartment and gently raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Wait a minute." A slightly tired male voice came from inside the door, and then the door opened, and a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life appeared behind the door: "You are..."

"It's from Qindu Police Station." Song He took out his police officer's card and shook it, then said with a stern face, "I'm here to check with you."

"Uh...please come in." The middle-aged man flinched, and quickly took two steps away.

Song He looked at Wu Guihai in front of him, and found that he had lost a lot of weight when he was originally fat and fat. At the same time, his face looked a lot more vicissitudes, and his black hair was also mixed with a lot of silver-white hairs. With a gloomy breath.

With a flash of thought, Song He understood that although Wu Guihai was fine, he still suffered a lot after undergoing long-term interrogation and investigation in isolation, which made him old and decrepit a lot.

Realizing this, Song He immediately decided to seize the time to dig out useful clues from Wu Guihai while Wu Guihai's collapsed defenses had not yet been rebuilt.

"Mr. Wu, let's sit down and talk." Song He sat down first, pointing to the seat next to him.

Wu Guihai obediently sat on the position Song He pointed at, and forced himself to ask: "What do you want to verify...?"

"Mr. Wu, what you didn't explain in the investigation." Song He sneered meaningfully: "Have you heard of the name Rocky?"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Guihai's eyes were wide open with horror, and the panicked eyes were full of disbelief.

"It seems that Mr. Wu knows what I want to ask." Song He looked at Wu Guihai coldly, and said aggressively, "Then tell me in detail."

"I..." Wu Guihai dodged his eyes, subconsciously wanting to deny it.

But Song He would not give him a chance, while staring at Wu Guihai without any emotion, he reminded in a cold voice:

"We already have enough evidence to prove that you have maintained a long-term contact with Loki through a computer, so I advise you not to take chances."

"After all, Rocky has been identified by us as an extremely dangerous person. You probably don't want to go through a more intensive isolation review just because you cover for him."

Wu Guihai was terrified when he heard the words, and the words "quarantine and review" that Song He said immediately filled him with boundless fear. He swallowed his saliva and confessed honestly: "He contacted me nine years ago."

"A text message or an introduction?" Song He asked nonchalantly, pretending to understand.

"SMS." Seeing what Song He said, Wu Guihai became more honest: "The message said that I would be transferred from Mingsheng. At that time, I thought it was someone joking with me, so I ignored it."

"But it didn't take long for me to be transferred to other places to preside over the work at the grassroots level. The document really came down."

According to Wu Guihai's words, Song Helue, who restored the general situation at that time in his mind, thought about it, and suddenly understood that Wu Guihai, who was isolated and helpless at the time, had only one way to go if he didn't fall, and that was to ask the mixed-race man, the only one, to save his life. Straw for help.

"Later he told me that I could find a woman." Wu Guihai continued, "He said that as long as that woman is willing to speak for me, he can change the fact that I was transferred."

"In the end, I didn't know until I found that woman that she was someone who could give our leaders a pillow. So I went all out and gave a big gift before she agreed to speak for me."

"And then?" Song He asked.

"Then I received another text message not long after." Wu Guihai recalled: "The text message asked me if I wanted to be promoted, and if I wanted to, I would buy a computer that he designated for sale."

"After I bought the computer, I found out that there was a software specially used to contact him, and then I signed a low-level agreement with him through this software."

"In the following years, we would occasionally contact each other. It wasn't until some time ago that I was censored because of my younger brother's affairs that I broke contact."

Song He nodded, skipping the irrelevant questions to solve the case, and asked directly: "Before you received the text message nine years ago, did you encounter any strange things?"

"Nine years ago..." Wu Guihai showed embarrassment, tried his best to recall but said helplessly: "It's been too long, I really can't remember it."

However, Song He did not give up, but insisted on urging: "Think carefully, don't worry."

Wu Guihai had no choice but to search for the blurred memory in his mind.

Knowing that Wu Guihai really had a hard time remembering anything, Song He was also a little depressed, because based on his understanding of the mixed-race man, he could be sure that the mixed-race man would never leave any flaws that might reveal his identity in this kind of long-distance communication.

At the same time, Song He was sure that if it wasn't for him to expose the identity of the other party by chance, the mixed-race man would have been very happy to play with him, and then laughed at him severely the moment he found out the truth.

Thinking of this, Song He couldn't help shaking his head slightly, secretly rejoicing that he was lucky.

And when he was thinking about this and that, Wu Guihai, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly said: "Officer, to be honest, I also secretly investigated the identity of this Loki."

"But I searched around and listed suspicious people one after another. In the end, after checking, all the doubts on them were erased. In the end, I still don't know who he is at all."

I just came to you to clarify his conditions and requirements for screening the instigated people, so as to identify more people who were lured into signing the agreement, and then arrest the dangerous elements among them.

As for his identity, I know much better than you, so I don't really care if you know who he is...

Song He nodded calmly, but complained in his heart.

And Wu Guihai, who said that he had investigated Loki's identity in private, paused for a while, and then said again: "But in the years of contacting him, I discovered some strange things."

"Huh?" Song He suddenly became interested: "What is strange?"

"The time of each contact." Wu Guihai organized the following words: "Because my working hours are relatively fixed, I can only contact him at night."

"However, in the past nine years, I found that this Loki contacted me very irregularly, sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes in the early morning, and sometimes I couldn't even contact him for many days."

"So I think he should be a very busy person who often travels around the world, because only in this way can he explain the abnormality of his activity time."

Song He Wenyan couldn't help but nodded secretly, thinking that Wu Guihai really had something special, at the same time, he pretended to be recording, after all, he knew very well where the abnormality of the mixed-race man came from.

But soon, Song He suddenly felt a flash of light in his mind, and then stared at Wu Guihai with burning eyes and asked: "Do you still remember the exact time when you first received his text message?"

"When I received the text message..." Wu Guihai frowned and tried to recall for a moment, and said decisively: "I remembered! It was a morning!"

"As for the specific time, it should be October 21, nine years ago, because I remember that the documents about my transfer came down three days later!"

Feeling that he had caught some key point, Song He nodded and asked again: "How about the next few contacts, do you remember the exact time?"

"Remember!" Wu Guihai, who felt that the dust-laden memories were gradually becoming clearer, found what Song He wanted from his memory one after another, and told the times of subsequent contacts.

And Song He quickly connected the time nodes one by one, and found that the activity rules implied by these time nodes are highly similar to the work and rest rules of an ordinary person!
At the same time, thinking about the physical condition of the mixed-race man and the rhythm of work and rest strictly controlled by Uncle Zhong, Song He made an instant judgment:
The mixed-race man was in Fucheng at the time!

Because only in this way can we keep in touch with Wu Guihai in real time while observing Wu Guihai up close!

After signing the agreement, the mixed-race man naturally had no need to stay in Fucheng, so he went elsewhere, and the contact time became irregular!

Thinking of this, Song He immediately searched the relevant content of the other two cases in his memory, but found that the collection of this part of the information in the two cases was missing to a certain extent!

Realizing that he had found a blind spot, Song He hurriedly left Wu Guihai's house with a few perfunctory words, and called Xing An before leaving the community.

"Old Xing!" As soon as the call was connected, Song He quickly said, "I need to confirm some information about the two cases between you and Lao Lu!"

"Tell me!" Xing An knew that Song He had found out as soon as he heard it, and quickly responded, "What do we need to do?"

"The specific time and location of Loki's first contact with them and every subsequent contact!" Song Hesheng was afraid that Xing An might not be able to hear everything, so he tried to speak clearly:

"I want as much as they can remember!"

Although he didn't know what Song He was going to do, Xing An immediately agreed: "I'll check with the old Lu Dianlian in the prison where they are being held, and I will give you an answer as soon as I have the result!"

"Is there anything else besides this?"

"No more!" Song He replied and urged: "Try to be as accurate as possible!"

"Don't worry!" Xing An said and cut off the phone decisively.

An hour later, Song He, who was in the departure hall of Fucheng Airport, received a call from Xing An and got the message he was thinking of.

After reading the information he received, Song He became more and more certain that every time the mixed-race man signed the first agreement with others, he would personally go to the city where the party was located to observe the party closely!

"It doesn't have to be observed after deciding to cooperate." Song He slightly thought and shook his head: "With his personality, it is very likely that he will first observe someone he is interested in, and then decide whether to contact and sign a contract." protocol!"

"And considering his bad taste, meeting someone he is interested in, there is a high probability that it will happen when he is hanging out!"

"But wandering around is not easy for him. At the same time, Uncle Zhong will not allow him to take trains and high-speed rails, so he can only fly to these three places by private plane."

"So at this time, I need to find a helper to check something."

With that said, Song He picked up the phone again, and dialed Liuyun's number resolutely and skillfully.

"help."

After a while, the call was connected. Song Heyan said concisely, and while trying to sort out the relevant information of the three cases, he recalled all the details of the mixed-race man's private jet he once took:
"Help me check the take-off and landing records of private jets at three airports. The places are Haicheng, Huicheng and Fucheng. The time is March five years ago, June three years ago and October nine years ago!"

"Boss, what kind of big case are you taking over?" Liu Yun exclaimed, and hurriedly inquired according to the words, and soon got the result: "There are not many private jets, and all the information has been sent to you. How do you settle the wages?"

"It's over and we're done." Song He was not in the mood to talk to Liu Yun at this time, and quickly opened the files sent by Liu Yun and began to screen and compare them.

However, in the middle of the comparison of the private jet landing and landing records, Song He suddenly felt something was wrong!

Because from the records, there was indeed a private jet that appeared at Haicheng Airport and Huicheng Airport respectively, and judging from the model of this plane, it was indeed Song Hezeng's private jet that belonged to a man of mixed race.

But the number of this plane is completely different from the private jet that Song He took!
Not the same one?
Song He was puzzled, but he quickly realized that his heart jumped: Damn!You let Matthews tamper with airport records!
But after figuring this out, Song He quickly realized the intention of the mixed-race man.

After all, the mixed-race man's private plane had landed at Yucheng Airport, and after careful investigation, it was inevitable that he would be involved with Song He.

And such a cover-up would indeed save Song He a lot of trouble.

After a series of thoughts turned in an instant, Song He relaxed slightly, and continued to compare the information in his hand, and the second abnormality also appeared.

Over there is Fucheng Airport's private jet landing records nine years ago, but no information about this plane can be found!
"People have appeared, but the plane has not appeared..." Song He muttered, and quickly said to Liu Yun who hadn't hung up the phone yet: "Reset the transaction records and grounding time of all private jets in the records of Fucheng Airport. come out!"

"Also, the private plane that once appeared at Haicheng Airport and Huicheng Airport respectively, all the information about it is called out!"

"This is definitely a big job!" Liu Yun, who had never seen Song He in such a state, sighed, and quickly found out what Song He wanted.

And with the help of Liu Yun, Song He determined the two private jets that the mixed-race man took before and after by comparing the grounding and activation times of the private jets almost effortlessly!
And as Song He expected, neither of the two planes was registered under the name of the mixed-race man, but under the name of a person named Grossel!
After racking his brains and thinking for a while, Song He couldn't find the memory of the name, so he could only continue to hand over the relevant investigation work to Liu Yun.

"Although it is not the expected result, it has finally made some progress."

With a sigh, Song He looked at all the information of the two private jets in his hand, and wrote down their take-off and landing records at the airport in Qinxia one by one, thinking about how to proceed with the next investigation.

(End of this chapter)